This isn't that good but I had to get it out of my head. It was inspired by a postcard I saw on PostSecret.

Disclaimer: Nothing you recognise is mine.


Despite what many people might say I am not a slut, I have in fact fallen for every boy I've ever been with.

The first boy I ever fell in love with was Spencer Collins when I was six. He walked me home and told me I was pretty. After that I smiled when I saw him and walked a little taller. He moved away a month later. I never saw or heard from him again.

The second was Cedric – the helpful, older boy and, as I grew older, the handsome one. My first kiss was with him, just after the Yule Ball. It was one of the most wonderful nights of my life and I wished it would never end.

The third was Harry and this time I knew it wasn't real love but I didn't need love right then I just needed someone who would comfort and understand me. Maybe it was too soon but he wanted it too, it wasn't my fault he hadn't given any thought to our date or that he had no idea how to talk to or treat a girl.

The fourth boy was Michael Corner who could comfort me even if he didn't fully understand. He wasn't actually ever my boyfriend; just a friend but I sometimes pretended he was because it made me feel so much more secure. Michael wasn't the bravest and as such he wasn't likely to die or even become close to death. And we were both in Ravenclaw so we could see each other often other despite being in different years.

The fifth was Rudy Blue, a muggle DJ I met the summer before my seventh year; we shared a few dates and some really good sex but we broke up when term started.

My sixth love was David Mace. We met after the battle of Hogwarts in a muggle support group for getting over drug use. I had been addicted to the highs and the forgetting ever since the battle where both my mother and my best friend had died. What had upset me the most was that although Marietta had died fighting against Voldemort I had a feeling she would be remembered more for what happened during our sixth year. My father was little help during this time as he had fallen into a deep depression from the loss of my mother.

David was and still is the love and comfort I had craved since Cedric's death. And although I could not tell him the whole truth, since Voldemort returned losing family members was not out of the ordinary. We grew closer and closer. He introduced me to his sister Emily who is his only remaining family as they were both out the day the Death Eaters called.

I hope that one day I will be able to introduce him to my world. Because I know that this time it is Love.